JESSICA POV
The silence after I came was louder than the moan that had just left my lips.
Marcus stood frozen in the doorway.
His eyes wide. His mouth twisted in something between disgust and disbelief. I could see it all—him trying to understand what the hell he just walked in on. His jaw clenched so tightly I could hear his teeth grinding from across the bathroom.
My heart thundered.
My body was still trembling, slick, sensitive and exposed in the worst way imaginable. Legs widely spread apart, fingers wet deep inside myself and breathing ragged.
But the worst part?
I was still clutching the phone in my hand. The screen was dim, but if he stepped close enough… he'd see it.
Ethan's picture.
Shit.
Slowly, I dropped the phone into the tub, letting the splash of water cover the screen. My chest rose and fell violently, my mind scrambling for composure I didn't have.
He still hadn't said a word.
Neither had I.
We just stood there staring his expression unreadable now, blank even. But his fists were clenched so tightly at his sides, I knew what was coming.
"Get up," He said finally, voice cold and sharp as a blade. "Now."
I swallowed hard. "Marcus—"
"I said get up, Jessica."
His voice cracked with something lethal this time, and I obeyed without thinking. My hands trembled as I pulled myself out of the tub, water dripping from my thighs, breasts and chin while humiliation stuck to me like steam.
I reached for the towel on the wall and wrapped it around myself, trying to cover what was already too late to hide.
He turned his back to me, then walked slowly into the bedroom, one hand running through his hair like he couldn't believe what just happened.
"I leave for two hours," he muttered darkly, almost to himself. "And come back to this."
"I didn't know you'd be home so soon," I said softly, unsure of what else to offer. What excuse could cover this?
He spun back to face me.
"Excuse me?" he barked. "Are you actually trying to explain this away?"
"I'm not—" I started, voice faltering.
"You were—" He exhaled a sharp bitter laugh. "You were moaning. In my fucking bathroom, touching yourself like some porn star in heat. Have you lost your goddamn mind?"
My lips parted, but no words came out,
God I didn't even know what to say, and what exactly would I even say that would justify a situation like this?
Hell, when I started the whole thing I never thought he'd be back so soon, if I had known I wouldn't have started in the first place he'd never caught me before so this was...new.
He took a step closer to me and immediately my breath caught.
His gaze swept over me—not with desire, but like I was something rotting in front of him. Like he couldn't even recognize the woman standing there.
"What were you thinking about?" he asked suddenly his voice low calm and still still
My body went rigid immediately.
That question—that one question carried all I'd feared in it—The suspicion and the dangerous possibility of the truth.
He didn't know about my obsession for Ethan yet, and I didn't want him to find out yet.
"What?" I muttered, trying to play dumb.
"You heard me," He snapped with a thick frown coating his face "Who the fuck were you thinking about when you did that?"
I blinked, my mind racing.
Say anything but—Ethan. my subconsciousness screamed at me.
"Does it matter?" I whispered, keeping my eyes low. "Maybe I was just… frustrated, needing something you haven't given me in a long time."
His eyes flared.
"You really want to go there?" he sneered. "Blame me for this little freak show?"
"Call it whatever you want, Marcus," I said, meeting his gaze now. "But I didn't do it to hurt you."
He laughed again, colder this time. "Oh, you didn't? You were moaning like a fucking pornstar in the tub, and you think this isn't personal?"
He moved toward the bathroom slowly, and almost immediately my blood turned to ice.
Shit.
The phone with Ethan face was still there.
God please...please don't him see it.
I prayed fevrently in my mind as I watched him moved to the tub.he stepped inside it his eyes narrowing into slit as he looked around it.
My whole body tensed up at that instant, my breath locking in my throat. But then—he just grabbed a towel, tossed it carelessly on the counter and then turned back to me.
"I don't even know who the hell you are anymore," he said flatly. "You walk around this house like some doll. smiling like everything's perfect. meanwhile you're sneaking off to fuck yourself behind my back." He thundered raucously.
"Don't twist it," I snapped before I could stop myself.
He paused, eyebrows raised. "Twist it?"
"You don't even touch me anymore," I shot back bitterly though I knew inwardly it was far from it, whether Marcus touched me or not I wasn't really concerned but now I needed an excuse for this mess.
"You barely look at me, Marcus. You act as if I don't exist and what? am I supposed to pretend I don't notice?"
He stared at me for a long, tense beat then he nodded slowly as he walked out of the bathroom to stand in front of me.
"Right," he said. "So that's what we're doing now—blame the husband and justify the sin isn't it?" he scoffed with gritted teeth.
I didn't say anything because I didn't really know what to say, this was far from him not touching me but there's nowhere I could admit the truth Infront of him.
A long pause settled between us again.
Then after sometimes he moved toward the door, his hands caught on the knob but before he leave, he turned back one more time to glance at me pass his shoulders.
"If I find out you're doing more than just touching yourself in this house," he uttered in a dangerously lone tone that send a shiver running through my spine "I swear to God...I'll remind you exactly who you belong to, and trust me, Jess… you won't like the reminder." he threatened darkly and then turned to leave.
The moment the door slammed behind him, the frightened look on my face vanished getting replaced with a dark scowl.
I grabbed a container from the vanity table and hurled it at the door.
"Fuck you, Marcus! Fuck you!"
I cursed, chest heaving with rage.My fists balled tightly as I glared at the door.
Seriously?
Did he really have to remind me of how obsessed he is with me?
Did he really have to remind me how much I need to here him?
Always acting like he cares, when all he cares about is my body.
He didn't see the phone with Ethan's picture on it.
But for some reason…
Why do I want him to see it?
Why do I so badly want him to know he doesn't mean anything to me?
And the only person I want—Is Ethan.
The same brother he hates to the core.
Ethan.
At the thought of him, a small smile suddenly curved my lips as I tried picturing what he must have been doing right now—Thinking.
Yes he'd probably still be in his cellar or maybe his room thinking about all the things I said to him.
And yes he'd better think about it because this shitty obsession for him just got worse because of Marcus and I'm not planning to get over it anytime soon.
And next time I see him… I'll make sure he doesn't walk away so easily.